Hiding From Mother

February 14, 2008
like a paradox lost to logic
I’ll fall into the well
no out
no back
no falling up

send down the bucket
spiders and rats
those were my eyes they took
you were my ears
messages sent down by
midnight you’d call down
from above me
my light
my hope

you were my eyes

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